[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The baby time is not bad.

Jason played high games with Dorothy, watched an episode of My Little Pony together, ate Dorothy's little candies, watched the little flower pots with carrots, and cleaned up the room by the way.

Cleaning is as fast as the autumn wind blowing leaves, and it is as silent as a big bat turning its head.

When Dorothy turned her attention away from the little pony, she found that the window sill where the soil was scattered was clean and shiny, and the small shovel and the small flowerpot were also in their respective places, neatly placed in the corner.

And Jason leaned his back against the window sill, resting his head on his arms, crossing his legs and leaning slightly, his sharp eyebrows and eyes softened, looking lazy and at ease.

The gradually falling sun came through the window, sprinkled the last smear of gold, mixed with the crisp sound of chirping birds.

It is comfortable to relax the nerves, and I can't help but want to take a nap.

At this time yesterday, he was still fighting fiercely under the hail of bullets. Of course, the Mr. Red Hood with his cub in his arms single-handedly broke through the audience, killing back and forth.

"Wow," Dorothy cupped her face and looked at Jason with bright eyes, "Little Wing, you're amazing!"

She suddenly thought of the plate of cookies.

"Would you like a cookie?" she said cheerfully, jumping up and putting on her bunny slippers, and got up to go downstairs to fetch them.

"And two cookies, one for each of us."

She winked at Jason, put her little finger on her little mouth and hissed, and bit her ear as if sharing a little secret: "Quietly, don't tell them."

The cookie in Jason's belly: ...it seems to be too late.

But Jason Todd has his own way.

"Dick and Bruce ate up all the cookies." Jason had a serious face, his eyes were firm and did not look away, and he even stroked Dorothy's soft hair.

Jason calmly tosses the pot to Dickie before Dorothy confronts the tragic fact that the plate is empty.

Full marks for proficiency.

Technically true, he just snapped the cookie out of Dickie's beak.

Dorothy's little shoulders slumped and she let out a disappointed "Oh."

"However, what do you want to eat?" Jason was reserved, "Well, my cooking skills are pretty good."

"Let's eat it secretly." He imitated Dorothy's movements, put his slender fingers with well-defined joints between his lips, and winked at Dorothy, with a smile in his green eyes, "Don't tell anyone else."

Then, Jason captured little Dorothy's stomach with his superb cooking skills, and managed to capture a chirping little tail in one meal.

Dorothy almost bit off her own tongue at the end of the meal, which followed her palate perfectly.

In the end, she still clicked her lips unsatisfied.

All in all, Jason and Dorothy got along pretty well.

However, is he too skilled?

Jason stared at the brewed bottle in his hand with a serious expression. Why did he make the milk powder?

Even tasted the temperature?

The temperature is suitable, the taste is excellent, and not a single drop is leaked. It is perfectly washed into the appearance that children like.

But under Dorothy's longing gaze, he handed it over.Then I watched Dorothy drink the bottle with great relish, and even hiccupped a little.

Jason, who nursed the child extremely skillfully, fell into a little confusion.

The setting sun still stubbornly clings to the sky, kicking down the night, but Batman has already packed up and left in the Batmobile.

He looks very busy.

Before the night watch, Nightwing had a small fight with him—very small, by Batman standards, and then changed into his uniform and hurried back to Bludhaven.

He's been away long enough.

Little police officer Dick Grayson could take a week off from the police station for the sake of his dear little brother, but no one gave him time off for night work.

And the criminals at Bludhaven aren't giving themselves a day off.

To be honest, they missed the big blue bird's hips quite a lot, and they were already considering whether to go out and commit a crime together to summon the big blue bird.

but--

"I bet Dickie Bird runs back the next day and forgives Bruce again."

Jason stepped into the Batcave with tactical boots, looked around, and quickly glanced at the uniform hanging in the window—it was his Robin uniform, but he didn't stop for a second before looking away. To the Red Robin in front of the monitor.

"He just spoiled Bruce."

The words seemed to express dissatisfaction with the mother bird's doting on the father bat. Jason regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, and succeeded in making himself disgusting enough.

It's really frightening to hear, he really is a nurse who is so confused.

There are a lot of equipment in the huge bat cave, orderly and full of high-tech sense.

Red Robin was holding a cup of coffee, half lying on the extremely ergonomic high-tech chair, his fingers flying on the keyboard.

Unexpectedly, Damian sat next to him, and kept the same movement as Red Robin, typing on the keyboard quickly, almost leaving an afterimage - given his still unreleased right arm.

"Todd is finally crazy." Damian, who was always unhappy, still kept his mouth open, but this time he clicked to the limit and did not pursue the victory.

They all deliberately forgot about Jason slamming the door.

There is a rare peace between the current Robin and his predecessor.The appearance of this unusual sight often represents what Batman is doing again.In fact, every time they fight, they have something to do with Batman.

Batman, a man who makes Robin birds flap their wings and peck at each other.

The fallen bird feathers sang carols for him.

Red Robin wisely chooses to skip the topic, lest it spark another family fight.He swallowed his coffee, not taking his eyes off the computer screen.

"We're about to hack into the Batcomputer, do you want to help?"

"Of course," Jason, the former Robin strode over, "that's what I'm here for."

He found a small monitor, which was hidden at the intersection of the side wall and the top of Dorothy's desk. The angle was perfect. Under the bed and table style, the viewing angle covered almost the entire range except the bed.

Use your toes to figure out who is sticky.

He didn't move, intending to confront Batman when he returned with the stolen goods.Moreover, what is exposed is always more reassuring than what is hidden in the dark.

Our great, all-knowing Batman.Jason almost sneered.

"Should I compliment him for remembering to give Dorothy some privacy?"

The Robinbirds successfully hacked in, then quickly backed out before being intercepted and copied an encrypted folder.

A little too smooth, and that's not right.Tim's pretty brow furrowed, and he took another swig of coffee.

Inside he found control of the real-time surveillance, and nothing else.

Tim moved his body and changed to a more comfortable sitting position. He stared at Jason and said carefully, "Don't you think that you, Dick, and Bruce, are...too enthusiastic about Dorothy?"

He wanted to say Alfred, but swallowed.

Red Robin is an expert in using computers, and he has successfully cracked it while speaking, and turned on the monitoring.

Dorothy, who was lying on the table holding a pen and writing something, appeared on the screen.

"I don't think so." Jason replied lazily, and counterattacked: "Don't you guys feel like a pervert?"

Damian: "Wake up, Todd, this includes you."

Red Robin agrees, stating that it was clearly Batman's doing, all they did was hack the system.

Accomplice Damian: "Tsk."

Jason's eyes flicked across the screen, and suddenly stopped. He stood up and commanded Red Robin: "Wait, zoom in."

He supported the monitoring platform, that handsome face was almost on the screen.

Tim rolled his eyes, but he did anyway.

The screen is captured and enlarged.

Dorothy was lying at the table writing a diary, no, drawing a diary.

While she was writing, she tilted her head and flipped through the dictionary, looking pitifully, her little head almost hit the table.

She's writing some...circles?

Damian kicked off the ground, and the chair slid forward: "If Grayson was here, he would say 'oh, she's so cute, she can draw circles.'"

Dorothy bit her pen cap and looked distressed.

No, you can't bite the cap of the pen, Jason stroked his chin and thought worriedly, this is unhygienic.

In the end, she picked up a pen and crossed out everything she had written before, and hooked up the crooked lines to form a stick figure.

One, two, three, four... a total of seven stood together, five high and two low.

Jason said affirmatively, "Family portrait."

He subconsciously came up with this idea and blurted it out, and he didn't know how he could see it from the messy lines at a glance.

It's like...he's seen it before.

Tim gave him a surprised look, silently remembering it in his heart.

Damian raised his chin: "The implication is good, but the drawing needs to be improved. When I was ten years old..."

"You're thirteen, Damian," Jason interrupted, with a fake smile, "although you're about the same height as when you were ten."

Damian jumps up and kicks Tim across Tim, and is dodged.

Red Robin held the life-extending coffee cup with no expression on his face.

Dorothy tiptoed and took out two more sheets of paper from the cabinet. The bookcase was a bit high, and the design was not very scientific. Jason continued to wander off. She cut it into crooked shapes with a small utility knife, lay down on the ground and began to write. .

What kind of graffiti is this?

Jason frowned. He felt that the front half of one of the pictures was similar to the pattern painted on the back of his jacket.

Damian also found out that he has a good memory.For example, he still remembers the shape of Alice's bunny ears and the fluffy feel that cheated him.

He subconsciously glanced at Jason, who happened to be caught by Jason.

Damian turned his head, expressionless: "Father brought back a cryptographer, he may have to bring back a smaller cub to decipher it."

"The kind under the age of three can't be any older."

"Shut up, devil bastard." Jason put his arms on his chest and raised his eyebrows. "I can see you are here even if you don't speak."

"Even though you lowered the altitude of the entire Batcave."

Damian was wearing the Robin uniform he'd put on every time he returned to the Batcave—Jason reasonably suspected that the demon cubs were now on an attempted night watch.

Damian turned to Jason, his short black hair was about to explode, "I really want to beat you, Todd."

Jason twitched the corner of his mouth, and accepted the challenge: "If you are a three-year-old baby bird now, I will be more than happy not to beat you."

"Are you acting like a baby with the old bat? Try it, maybe he will install a child seat next time and take you there."

Red Robin neglected again:  …

The monitor suddenly went black with a "swoosh".This situation interrupted the Robin bird pecking scene that was about to start, and then a big black bat slowly appeared on the screen.

At the same time, Batman's characteristic deep voice came out——

"The destruction mode has been activated, there is no problem with the observed object, and the automatic destruction of the monitor has been completed."

"The key is under the door rug."

It was a random sentence, but Jason understood it, and when he was still embarrassed, the next sentence came——

"And, stop trying to hack the Batcomputer."

Three little birds: ...

Fuck Batman!

... Tim gritted his teeth: "I recorded the screen!"